A/N: Hi! So, where did everyone go? No-one has reviewed on the last two chapters. I'm sad! I need ideas! PM me! GIVE ME IDEAS! AND REVIEW! ...please?

Story stuff: Okay, so just to clarify- when I say Roach is sitting on the couch, I mean he's laying down with his feet in Ghost's lap. That's how they sit... cause they're close friends... I think you get the point. Also, Isoflurane is a type of anesthetic (it knocks you out) that you inhale. So... I just wanted you guys to know what it was because I'm gonna use it later in the story and I don't want anyone to get confused. :)

John and three of his most trusted men sat on the ridge overlooking the Ghosts' base. He didn't need many men to come with him because he didn't plan on advertising the fact that he was here. He would have to make sure Gary was actually here, though. This would be the most logical place for him to go, especially with the severity of his injuries, but he wasn't positive that he would be here.

There were ten guards securing the perimeter. The plan was he and his men would watch the guards to see when their shifts started and ended. Then he would choose a guard and kill him towards the end of his shift, hide the body and put his uniform on. Dan (one of John's men) would do the same. His other two men were on overwatch. Then he would wait to be relieved from his shift and go into the base to look around for a while and confirm that Gary was there. Dan would gather info on anything useful he could find in the base. If Gary was there, John would figure out which room he was in and slip Isoflurane gas into the room, then lock the door. That would knock him out for at least an hour. Then he would have to figure out how to sneak him off base without being seen. That would be the hardest part. But, one of his men could create a diversion while the other two secured an evac and helped him get Gary to the helicopter. That's probably what he would have to do.

They sat there watching the guards for two hours, then the shifts changed.

So, they switch every two hours... John noted.

They watched them for another hour. Then John started to get ready. He checked to make sure his silenced AK-47 was loaded and he had extra mags. He also made sure he had all of his knives. Dan did the same. He went over the plan with his men one last time to make sure they understood everything. As usual, they knew what they were doing. He nodded and said goodbye to each of them before heading toward the base, Dan following close behind.

Roach lay on the couch, his feet in Ghost's lap. (A/N: See what I mean.) He was still waiting for Archer to come back with his food. He was taking a suspiciously long time to finish...

Suddenly Archer walked in with a tray of food and a glass of water.

Huh... that was weird...

He set them down on the table.

"Are you happy now?" He asked heatedly.

"I will be if you wear a maid outfit and clean my room."

"That will never happen."

"What if I said please and made puppy dog eyes?"

"No."

"You're so rude." Roach sighed as he sat up and reached for the water.

He sniffed it, trying to tell if there was drugs in it, but it didn't have a scent. There was no discoloration either. He shrugged and took a small sip. He immediately spat it out. Water went everywhere. That was fucking disgusting.

"Roach! Why the hell did you do that?!" Ghost yelled as water got all over him.

Roach wasn't paying any attention to him though. He was too busy glaring at Archer.

"Really? You really put drugs in my damn water?!"

"Eh, I thought it would work. Apparently I was wrong."

"Eww! What the fuck did you put in there?" Roach asked, making a face.

"Sedatives. But obviously you're not going to drink it, so don't blame me when you don't get any sleep tonight."

"Psshhhh! I'll show you! I'm gonna get more sleep than you ever did, so shut up and quit underestimating me."

"Hah, I'll believe it when I see it. For now you should eat something, though."

"Nah, I'm good."

Archer sighed heavily.

"He's not going to eat anything now, is he?" He asked Ghost.

"Nope." Roach and Ghost chorused.

Some of the Ghosts laughed in amusement. It was interesting how close those two were. They all knew that when you were in a Task Force, you had to trust others to watch your back. Everyone depended on each other which brought them all close, almost like a family, but they didn't usually get as close as Roach and Ghost were. It was nice to see that Roach had someone who understood him, though. He always seemed happy when Ghost was around and they got along so well together. Sometimes it was almost like they knew each other's thoughts.

Roach suddenly felt a shift in the room. He looked up and his breath caught in his throat. He felt the blood drain from his face as he looked at the dead members of the 141. He desperately wanted to leave the room but he was too terrified to move.

"What's wrong Roach?" Ghost asked, seeing him get really pale.

Roach looked up at him and yelped in surprise when he saw him. There were multiple bullet wounds in his chest, all of which had maggots crawling in and out of them. Blood was everywhere and about half of his ribs were visible because the bugs that were all over him sped up the decomposition process. It was horrifying. Roach literally launched himself from Ghost's lap and bolted out of the room.

He heard several yells behind him, telling him to come back, but he didn't care. He needed to be away from everyone for a while. He needed time to think about this and how to get it to stop. He ran through the hallways, ignoring the throbbing pain in his leg. He could make out loud footsteps echoing through the halls behind him. He ran until he couldn't hear them anymore. By the time he stopped he was breathing in short, ragged gasps that set his ribs aflame.

He groaned and leaned against the wall, sliding down it until he hit the floor. Why wouldn't those stupid memories just go away? Tears flooded his eyes. He just wanted to forget everything that happened. But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't make a difference. Everything was still the same. Horrible memories still plagued his mind and he could do nothing to stop them. Nothing helped, nothing stopped it. The tears overflowed and trickled down his cheeks. The picture of his dead teammates flashed through his mind and he couldn't get it to go away. He cried harder and whimpered as more awful memories flooded his mind. He didn't know how long he sat there crying. Maybe half an hour, maybe an hour. He didn't care. He couldn't stop, either. His breathing rapidly increased and he felt like he couldn't breathe. His vision blurred and suddenly the dark hallway seemed far away. Darkness slowly took over and after a few minutes he slumped to the floor, unconscious.

"Where the hell did he go?" Ghost asked, frustrated they hadn't found Roach yet.

"We'll find him, don't worry."

They turned around another corner. Originally, MacTavish and Price were with them, but they had split up in an effort to find Roach faster. Ghost and Archer were searching the halls to the left, Price and MacTavish took the right. None of them knew why Roach bolted from the room, but it worried them. Ghost had a suspicion that it was because of the flashbacks, but he couldn't be sure until they found him.

He sighed heavily as they turned another sharp corner, but froze at what he saw. Archer ran down the hall and dropped to the floor beside Roach, hands immediately searching for a pulse. He was relieved when he found one. Ghost sat down beside him, looking intently at Roach.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Gimme a minute."

He gently shook Roach's shoulders, trying to wake him up.

"Roach, wake up. Roach..."

His head lolled to the side, but other than that he didn't move. Archer shook his head and muttered a few things to himself. Then he slid his arm under Roach's legs, the other supporting his back. He lifted him a couple feet off the ground and watched to see if he would react, but he didn't tense up at all, which is what he usually would've done. Archer took that as a good sign and was about to stand up fully, but Ghost put a hand out to stop him.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"If he's gonna wake up, then now would be the time to do it. Besides, he's out cold. He doesn't give a shit, look at him."

Ghost looked at him uncertainly, then came to a decision. He put his arms out.

"Give him to me."

Archer made a face.

"Why?"

"Because the last time you carried him you dropped him and he got a concussion." He said, gesturing to the black eye that Roach still had. It wasn't nearly as noticeable as before, but you could definitely tell it was there.

"Good point." He said, carefully handing Roach to him.

They quickly left for the infirmary, meeting Price and MacTavish on the way there.

A/N: You guys better be nice to me, I was thinking about ending this chapter when they found Roach... But I was merciful and I didn't. Don't make me regret my decision by NOT reviewing. (That means you should review...)

OH I TOTALLY FORGOT! MyLittleRobin helps me ALOT with ideas and stuffs! She/ he gets credit for helping me with the next few chapters...